i'm tired. i'm fed-up. i'm cursing myself. GRR! done with malay and english paper 1, so two down, a lot more to go. english could be done, malay nearly killed me. i have so many ideas but i just can't seem to translate them into malay. but nevermind, melissa tay said it's good that i have a lot of ideas, so next time when i wanna do business i'll just hire a translator. and i went 'i wouldn't want to do business in malay.' that's like suicide.
anyway, i'm now in the middle of a quarrel that could blow up into a super huge one with the one person that matters most. but if he doesn't care, then i guess i shouldn't to. i told him i'm not his toy that he plays with my feelings then leave me on the shelf when he's sick of me. then he said he's not doing that to me and that he's sorry. jolly me, then why do you keep lying? i'm sorry, but i don't think this is going anywhere. some people just don't change. boys can be so difficult sometimes...
ah well. i can get through this. i promised i wouldn't shed any tear for you anymore. and guess what? i'll just play the silence game, since that's exactly what you're doing.
